Every day from October 1st, no matter how lacking in motivation I am, I'll be writing and posting a new poem.
If you like them, please feel free to let me know and share. If you hate them, feel free to tell me exactly why. (I joke, please don't do that, I'm a fragile artist. Honest.)
I'll be asking for prompts, taking requests and generally making this as interactive as I can.
For now, here's a new one to kick me off.
Fresh
I bought this fruit fresh,
Now it’s rotting and old.
That idea was new,
It’s been stolen and sold.
Your hope was fresh,
Now it’s crushed and broken.
Your heart is healing,
But there are words unspoken.
The ink is fresh,
On a new, clean page.
I will write lives, loves, desires,
I will not rest ’til the end of my days.
